| This is a very well acted version of Fugard's now classic play. It's demanding and difficult to engage with at first--accents are thick--but the play gathers intensity and urgency solely from characterization. And from repetition. It's a bit reminiscent of WAITING FOR GODOT--clearly intentional--but it doesn't exalt existential futility. Instead, the play is steeped in rage inflected sorrow; it winds and bends around a carapace of moral indignation which is, unfortunately, no less appropriate and necessary today than it was fifty years ago. |
